My Lost Friend

A poem

We used to have laughs

      and talks

      and stories.

You used to believe I could be anything.

I could talk to you 

      and you could talk to me

      and there would be no silences

Unless they were pleasant ones. 

Now we have fights 

      and backs turned 

      and questions

Wondering, "Are you still there?"

You only believe in what's possible what's real,

No longer that I could reach the stars

If I wanted them.

Years now, I've yearned for my lost friend

Whose words were always warm and uplifting.

But I get a "Not now" or "Please leave a voice mail."

And all that silence leaves room for pain. 

I never thought this was what growing up was.

That my "Daddy!" would become a mere "Dad?"

Now I no longer know you,

nor you me.

But I wish to meet you again. 

Author's Note

Definitely not a final draft, please be kind.

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[Mr. D]

Sometimes not meeting the people you want to meet in life spares you from the pain you would invariably experience when you put your faithi in them and find out that they're not all they're cracked up to be. That's why you don't put your faith in people at all. The sad fact of life is that people are out for no one but themselves. If they do something for you, it's not out of a sense of goodness most of the time, but out of a sense of keeping you hooked until they need you again. That is why I shun human comfort and association.

You'll also find that people's love for you is in direct relation to how useful you are to them, and how they feel at the time. They go from liking you one minute to hating you the next. Just not worth the pain to me.